wrigley

ok, so, this has been the suckiest 24 hours. it started out awesome, me and jess went to my roommate from last year's party and had an awesome time. but then when we went to leave, the car wouldn't start. luckily jessica was sober and coherent because i was drunk and just started crying hysterically. so we called my roommates and had them come pic us up, and i was crying the whole time. and it switched from crying about the car to crying about the babymommadrama mess that everyone keeps telling me to get over....funny, it's always men that tell me to get over it. i just remember sobbing hysterically "he knocked me up and i lost it and he didn't even care" over and over and over. and then i put a huge gash in my arm that just started gushing blood, it even shocked me. so i ran into tiff's room sobbing with blood just running down my arm everywhere and collapsed on the floor. so her and shonda played medic and psychiatrist and cleaned me up, calmed me down, and put me to bed. funny thing is, i'm not hungover at all, i don't even think i was that drunk i think i just started crying over the car and then completely snapped. so this morning i call my dad to find out what kind of warranty i have on the car (luckily it's all covered) and i get my mom and she won't tell me where my dad is, only that he's not home, so i finally get it out of her and my dad's at the hospital with my grandma because he couldn't get ahold of her all night or morning so he drove over to her house and found her collapsed on the floor. i don't even know what's wrong, my mom's trying to keep it real low key because i've been really high strung lately. so now my car is at the dealership, no idea when it's getting fixed, have to find a way to get to class tomorrow, can't get ahold of anyone in my family right now, and my arm hurts like a fucking bitch. someone just come hug me please.